1. Ewwwww...

“You need to try human food, your life will be so much easier if you like it too.” I said, putting a little plate of spaghetti in front of her.

She grimaced and made a revolted sound in the back of her throat. My little Renesmee is about eight years old to a human’s eyes now, and we are still trying to find something she will eat. Needless to say, I was getting annoyed. Funny thing was though, she loved most human drinks: sodas, juices, milk, and water.

“Mom, this looks disgusting! I don't like it.”

“Renesmee, listen to your mom, you might like it,” Alice said, looking less than hopeful. That wasn’t promising. Nessie shook her head.

“That. Is. It. Renesmee, get in the car.” I said.

“Why?!” she said, shocked.

“We’re going to Seattle.” I said through my teeth. Alice grinned, “Mommy daughter day, Alice.” She threw her lower lip out in a pout and nodded. I rolled my eyes.

We got in the car and drove off. I opened my mouth to speak, but she interrupted me, “I know the rules mom. No biting, no drinking blood, control myself, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Don’t blow this off, Nessie, it’s important.”

“Sure, sure.” I smiled, she got that from Jacob.

We pulled up to a grocery store. Renesmee grimaced, “Don’t start.” I said firmly. She wrinkled her nose and got out, slamming her door. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and stalked into the store. I grabbed a cart and walked in, Renesmee walked in, then – realizing she had no clue what to do, stopped and waited for me to catch up.

I piled them all in the cart as she sulked, shuffling her feet and staring at the ground.

“Suck it up,” I said, “and I’ll take you shopping after.”

She straightened immediately, she was so like her aunt.

I laughed, “There’s my Nessie!”

“Nessie!” I heard from behind.

I whirled around and glared, “Jake.”

He looked up at me when he was about five feet away and took two steps back, “Something wrong?”

“Mom’s taking me to try human food,” Renesmee said, trying and failing to not show her sheer joy to see him. Why did my little girl have to be stolen from me so early in life? I knew she wasn’t stolen (technically), but I was still upset.

“Jake, mommy-daughter day,” I said.

“But can’t I just – ”

“Jake, mommy-daughter day,” I repeated.

“Please? Can I just – ”

“Jake, mommy-daughter day!”

He sighed, “Bye Nessie,”

“Bye Jake,” Jeez, she said it as if under a spell. After he was gone, “Why did you – ?”

“Nessie, mommy-daughter day.” I stated.

She laughed.

“Here,” I handed her an apple, “try some food as we leave, you have to like something! Just one human food you tolerate and I’m happy. Mac and cheese?”

She took a bite and nodded, “It was gross. Never make me try cheese again.”

I laughed, “Okay, lasagna?”

“Cheese.”

I nodded, “Right.”

We went home and Alice helped us unload the food, we brought it into the kitchen and set up a line of every cheese-less food we had. It wasn’t really a problem, the kitchen – that never fed anyone until now – was huge.

She took a bit out of every one in front – real food – and scowled. She nibbled the apple, “I hate all of this,”

I groaned, lightly beating my head on the island. I sat up and rubbed my temple, “Ness, there has to be something.”

“Please, Nessie!” Alice moaned, “I’m begging you!”

“Um, love,” Jasper said, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her waist, “You two seem to have forgotten something,”

Rosalie walked in, followed by Emmett, “Forgotten what?” Rose said.

Emmett laughed, “Women.”

Edward walked in, “I love you Bella, but,” he snickered.

“What?!” All three of us – Alice, Rosalie, and I – yelled. Nessie was smiling huge.

“You found her one food,” said Jasper.

“Yes, you have,” Emmett answered.

“Bella, love,” Edward pointed to our daughter, “She loves apples, she’s eaten, like, all but one in the bag,”

I spun around to look at my baby girl, grinning like a Cheshire Cat there with eight apple cores next to her, she bit into another, “Hi, mom,”